I SING what was lost and dread what was won, <br />I walk in a battle fought over again, <br />My king a lost king, and lost soldiers my men; <br />Feet to the Rising and Setting may run, <br />They always beat on the same small stone.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-was-lost/
